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And Women Aren’t

This is from my WIP Lady Caro’s Accidental Marriage. She’s been very ill and her fever has fluxuated from too high to too low. In order to keep her warm, Lord Huntley (they’re married now but in name only) decides to sleep with her. So the fever has broken and here is Caro, over analyzing why his hand is on her buttock.

The sounds of china clinking woke Caro. She was surprised to find her head and one hand on Huntley’s chest. And though the bed hanging was closed, her first thought was how improper being with him was. Then she remembered she was married and she’d asked him to join her in bed. One of his hands held her buttocks anchoring her securely against him. His slow steady breathing whistled in a soft snore. The hand felt—well—how did she feel about the hand? It was warm and oddly comforting. But why was the hand there? Was it convenient because it stuck out and thus made a good handhold? Or was it because he had long arms and it was more comfortable than resting his hand on her waist? He stirred and the hand tightened a little and drew her closer. Definitely a handhold.

Lol, how like a woman to justify it in such a way. I know I would! A man would just think, “Ah, that feels so good.” That’s the end of his thought process. Well, not really. I’m sure his mind would soon wonder where else her hand could go;)